We have three elms. I have to rake at least three times, though now I rake into small piles, and vacuum. A neighbor rakes his into the street, and they blow into others yards. I get to rake four times.
“It seems, as one becomes older/ That the past has a different pattern, and ceases to be a mere sequence” – T.S. Eliot This is true. Memory has become a most different experience.
Bummer.